by Emily Dickinson
A something in a summer's Day
As slow her flambeaux burn away
Which solemnizes me.
A something in a summer's noon --
A depth -- an Azure -- a perfume --
And still within a summer's night
A something so transporting bright
I clap my hands to see --
Then veil my too inspecting face
Lets such a subtle -- shimmering grace
Flutter too far for me --
The wizard fingers never rest --
The purple brook within the breast
Still chafes it narrow bed --
Still rears the East her amber Flag --
Guides still the sun along the Crag
His Caravan of Red --
So looking on -- the night -- the morn
Conclude the wonder gay --
And I meet, coming thro' the dews
Another summer's Day
Well July is done and time for August, the days have been short for me, I have been busy travelling. Contract work can be very slow in the summer but this year it has been so busy. Most of the time has been spent with First Nations but more work mentoring with the Centre for Suicide Prevention. I did manage to get some family time in, so here's a quick snapshot.
I am looking forward to the summer days in August, I hope you are blessed with sunshine, family and joy!